I have very vivid dreams. Some of them have a location that is the same, some have a story that is the same, some even continue over several nights like reading an novel.
Either way, I have decided to write them down. Here is one I wrote down in 2011. I don’t remember why, but I wrote it as if it was a statement of facts.
Content Warning: Horror type themes.
When humans die, it is not because they are old, like the myth suggests. Throughout their lives, human hearts grow wings. Once a human reached the right age, and their heart is fat on emotions, it will grow small teeth and claws and dig it's way out of the live human flying away and leaving them a cold empty shell. Ashes to dust, flowers to storm, without roots nor leaves.
(2011)
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